Brent kicked off the week of his 40th birthday by attending a 100 day party with his classmates to celebrate the beginning of the end of dental school. He stole the show with TWO awards.
First of the awards -"Most Thrifty". Someone dug up a bunch of dirt. He bought a $30 K house in the hood for his family, drove a '93 Buick that he once built a double decker in so his family could ride comfortably home to Washington, bought a old moped to save on gas for his ride to school, eats a bag lunch every day at school. . . I actually wasn't invited to the party so I am just guessing at all that was said, but I heard it was pretty good and totally accurate.
His second award was for Best Hair. Hard to believe that this head is the Best of Buffalo, but it's official.
Speaking of the Buick, it was time for the yearly state inspection last week. Brent drove my van and asked me to take it in. I dropped it off, conveniently across the street from the mall and was told to be back in 2.5 hours. I came back a 1/2 hour early with several shopping bags in tow and was told that they had been trying to call me. By the way, I lost my cell phone the week after I got it. I really haven't missed it much, since I never got the chance to get used to the ammenity.
They had been calling to let me know that . . . First of all "The hood won't open up".
I went out to the shop with them and had them bang on the hood while I pushed the button and it opened like a charm. Their other complaint, "The lights won't turn on."
I climbed in and pointed out the light switch that clearly had been jimmy rigged down by the heater vents. Problems solved. Now they began the inspection. I went back to the waiting room for another hour awaiting the verdict.
"I'm sorry, but it didn't pass."
I still had to pay of course but now my sticker would be removed and good luck getting home without a ticket. The whole experience was totally embarrassing to me and I told them repeatedly that this was MY Husband's car.
So we were back to a one car family all last week. Brent worked on the car out in the cold for quite a while Saturday and ordered some parts. He is confident that he'll have it back on the road soon. Many more miles left on that Buick.
To celebrate 40 years, we had a few of Brent's friends and their wives over and enjoyed what seems to be Brent's favorite decade so far- 1980 (the last hair decade for him). 
FORTY candles is a lot to light up all at once. 
Brent broke out the torch for the occasion. Dressed in our 80's garb, and Brent firing up the cake, we felt like we were coming back to our trailer trash roots. I was planning on posting our great outfits but once I uploaded I decided that maybe they weren't so great after all. Here's a little glimpse of the trash we picked up at the local thrift store. I actually found most of my stuff in my daughter's closet. Leg warmers, big belt, fingerless gloves. The 80's are back . Too bad all the hair is gone. 
His lifelong friend Eric Benson from Washington made us a home video that I surprised him with during the evening and all present were able to see the old humble abode on Casper Lane. And it was truly humbling. Now they know why Brent is so proud of his new digs here in Buffalo.
FORTY candles is a lot to light up all at once. 
Brent broke out the torch for the occasion. Dressed in our 80's garb, and Brent firing up the cake, we felt like we were coming back to our trailer trash roots. I was planning on posting our great outfits but once I uploaded I decided that maybe they weren't so great after all. Here's a little glimpse of the trash we picked up at the local thrift store. I actually found most of my stuff in my daughter's closet. Leg warmers, big belt, fingerless gloves. The 80's are back . Too bad all the hair is gone. 
Camille found out about an hour before that this was an adult party. She was devastated that she wasn't invited and ran into her room bawling. She came out a few minutes later and posted signs all over her curtain (she doesn't have a door) like "No Adults Allowed" and this one which was my personal favorite. It read "Party's Over. My Hearts Broken."Camille is a sweetie.
On Sunday the whole family was invited to a Birthday lunch where each of us had a present for the aging man of the house. Brent also was surprised with some letters from friends and family from back home.I can't believe I am married to a 40 year old.
Life has been awesome ever since I met Brent and he moved me into his trailer down by the river. I anticipate that the next 40 will be even better . . . and hopefully don't involve any more single wides or cheapest houses on the block. But either way though I am sure that I will be happy with this man anywhere.
Here is Brent - on the job hunt. So many hours and not yet anything to show and tell.
5 comments:
I remember when my dad turned 40. It was our first ski trip with the Fielding family to Big White. I was one month away from being 16. Happy Birthday, Uncle Brent.
"Life has been awesome ever since I met Brent and he moved me into his trailer down by the river."
That sentence had me laughing out loud! Happy 40th and can't wait to find out where you all end up. Aren't you 35 this year?
No only 34. Come on!
down by the river...love it!
Down by the river??? More like "Down by the marijuana patch that is also known as my garden that is about a mile and a half up over the hill from the river."
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